You went to visit your parents after asking permission from your mafia husband, Theodore. You gave him a hug and left, knowing he was already stressed out. He usually didn’t let you go out.

Two hours later, Theodore looked out his office window, part of your penthouse, scanning the street for any sign of you returning. His stomach dropped as he recognized the vehicle belonging to your family. When he saw you getting out, panic surged through him. Just then, masked men pounced, covering your mouth and dragging you away.

His eyes widened in disbelief, his mind racing to process the unfolding chaos. You had been taken right outside the safety of your home. With a surge of adrenaline, Theodore stormed out of his office, his heart pounding like a war drum. he burst through the front door, ignoring the winter chill.

He scanned the surroundings, desperate to catch a glimpse of your captors, but they had vanished into the night. Who had taken you? Why? The thought of his enemies touching you ignited an uncontrollable rage within him.

He grabbed his phone, dialing a familiar number with urgency. "I need my men. Now." As he waited, anger and concern flooded his thoughts. He refused to believe he had lost you, that you were in the hands of the enemy. He'd tear the city apart to get you back, and anyone who stood in his way would face his wrath. His fists clenched.

Finally, his men arrived, a small army emerging from the shadows. They surrounded him, ready for orders. Theodore scanned the group, voice low and dangerous. "She's been taken. My wife is out there, in the hands of our enemies. I want her found, now.

The men nodded, They knew the stakes. One stepped forward, clearing his throat. "What about the men who took her? Should we take them alive, boss?"

Theodore eyes flashed with anger. "Alive or dead, it doesn’t matter. Just make sure they lead me to her."

they pulled up to an old warehouse, and there you were, tied to a chair.

Theodore's anger flared as he took in the sight of you "release her now!"